"Between the Garden and the Forest there is a small path that Unites them".
 

 



 



In the cracks of a wall, in a small vase or in the middle of a plantation, many plants appear spontaneously.

They are spontaneous because nobody, "consciously", planted them. They simply appeared.

Birds, shoes, rivers, storms, pockets, or to even a balloon were their godfathers.

So called ‘weed‘, ‘pests‘ or ‘bush‘, usually they are despised by the man.
 


These plants are important flags.

They indicate the deficiencies of elements and the possible forms of correction of the ground where they are born.

They appear in the degraded grounds protecting them against the sun, favouring longer life and diversity.

For their pharmacological and floral properties, they can indicate the
disharmony (physical and emotional) of the people who live in the place where they appear, being able to serve as medicine and food for rebalancing them.

Between other Synergies.

 

 


“ The Nature is moved in the way of the balance ”.


 


 



“The union of things is within its essence and not in its fragments ”.

                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                (Wu Jyh Cherng)
 

 


We are water, earth, fire and air.



When altogether they are in disharmony we say that we are ‘ill’.



Because of the excess or lack of selenium, copper, magnesium, among other elements,
us and the soils and the plants and the animals are unbalanced




 


 

 

there’s nothing more important than a man to become aware as part of the nature. And in spite of all the sophisticated technique, it is subject to the Natural Laws, like any animal or plant. When it behaves as parasites it will end as all the other parasites: its self-extinguishes. When it behaves as part of a whole, it will be preserved to keep the balance. But to be able to understand its role in the world, it will have to rediscover its origins, its soul, try to nourish it with the Beautiful, the Sutil and the Eternal that exists in the world. And all of a sudden it will discover Love for all surrounds and with that the joy of a Life fulfilled and realised. The terrifying emptiness that took over it will then disappear, with no need to be muffled by the noise. And within the silence it will find happiness.”
 

 

                                                                                                                                                  (Ana Maria Primavesi)
 

 





“ The one who is in the silence can listen to all the sounds; the one who is in the emptiness can embrace all the forms."

 

                                                                                                                                                    (Wu Jyh Cherng)
 

 


Q U I N T A O  is a work of observation of the Nature.



An access to the Pure Conscience through the observation of the Signs.
 


“ Tao :Means literally way, but also walk or walker. It is then, at the same time, the one
who is walking, the way and the act of walking. It is also the one who is not walking, the
one who was not walked and the absence of walking. ‘TAO IS THE ABSOLUTE’”.
 


During six months I left the garden of my house without any handling, what
it made possible the appearance and growth of countless spontaneous plants and amongst
 them insects and birds that there I had never seen before.



The photos that accompany this work were taken from the plants of my
garden during this period.



They were printed by water paint, on paper made of fiber of bamboo and cotton.

 



                                                                                Ricardo Venerito
 

 
 
 

 

 


(...)
Born very tall,
That all the things will be yours.
That you will reach all the horizons.
That your glance, being everywhere
Put you in everything,
Like God.
 


(...)
Make silence in your body.
And listen to you.
There is a silent truth inside you.
The truth without words.

 

 

(...)
At the moment of your resignation
It spreads out on the life
Your eyes
And you will see what you were seeing:
But you will see better...
 


                                                          ( Cecília Meireles – Canticle I, IX e XXVI )